TDS Troubles

My boss from TDS called me at work on Friday. It was really good to hear from her. I actually miss working for her, especially compared to what I have to deal with here at Bill and Dave’s. She said she would start to email me this week. Very cool. I’ll have a little something to look forward to and read before going home in the afternoons. She’s been really busy back down there at TDS as things aren’t going well from what other employees have been telling me. While we were jabbering about work stuff she told me they are so far behind on production of the weapon system that hey had to go with a mandatory six day work week. Whoa. I’m glad I got out of there when I did, but I didn’t mention that to her. That would fucking suck having to work six days a week. I asked her how everybody took the news and she said, “Not good.”

Marie called me the other night too. I feel sorry for her since she’s still stuck at TDS. She confirmed the six day work week thing and added that they were 4,000 units behind schedule, plus everything they already have committed to ship weekly. That’s really terrible. I thought about it for a few minutes and figured it out. If they were going to make that shortfall up by the end of the year they would have to ship 1,000 units a month until January 1st. I don’t think in the two and a half years I was at TDS we were ever able to ship a thousand units in one month. I hope they make it, I really do. Honestly I don’t think it’s going to happen though.

Much to my dismay Ricky Rockanova hasn’t been fired yet. He’s still there spending most of his time on swingshift talking on the phone and telling lies to nice girls. I don’t know how he consistently gets away with the shit he pulls on women. Anyway, I suspected he was the thief we were looking for that stole from the petty cash fund and later swiped the Employees’ Association money. In the lunchroom they had a glass Alhambra water jug that we could throw our spare change in. At the end of the year (usually around Christmas time) they would have a raffle and whoever won it got all the cash that built up in the water jug. Typically if it was nearly full of change it would cash in around four hundred bucks. It disappeared one evening. Ricky is in dire financial shape and I believe he is the culprit. I’ve been talking with Dave and Gabe alot and they’ve been telling me there’s some other really weird shit happening with that guy outside of work right now but I’m not clear on the details.

Dave needed a room mate a while back. Ricky was looking for a place to live. They talked it over and Dave asked me what I thought of the guy. I told him how fucked up in the head Ricky is and I said over and over “Don’t do it. Find anyone else to move in. You don’t want that guy in your house.” Well, I guess Dave was in a bad way and really needed somebody to help cover the rent and no one more preferable was available. Ricky moved into his place. Then the “episodes” in Dave’s livingroom began…